Finally, he relents a little and I can feel him just teasing my entrance before his hand comes down, harder than before, hard enough to make me cry out.
His hand grasps my hair, moving me, encouraging me to a pace he likes.
Sucking and licking, feeling his fingers in my hair tighten slightly and relax again as he takes pleasure in from mouth.
The man before me is getting close, I can feel his hips moving up to meet my face.
I'm feeling his cock trying to force itself down my throat.
The sound is too much and I crash over, screaming around the softening cock in my mouth as I feel him cum inside me, slamming into me hard.

you have my feet and my pussy no rules just dont cum befor i do" withthat my my pet used one hand
starts to get wetter his hands corres a lil farther up my legs, running his finger tips down my inner
as his finger tips lightly trace my nylon incased pussy makin me so get and grind into his hand..
was being fuked and he instantly starts his pleeds to watch his mistress cum so my friend pulles off
and fuks me hard rite there this goes on for a while teasing my pet his cock twitching like crazzy
and my pet pulled his cock out of my pussy put itto my feet and came all over them and all i could say

Fascinated, Melody's gaze jumped and flitted over the entire scene, Samedi, Leanne, the items of food she was laying out, the grass, the fallen fences, the vast brick wall and the monument to Victria that stood before it.
Randy turned his head, allowing Melody a look at his entry wound, a smaller hold by far, but it seemed to stare back at her, seeing through her, as if it was the eye of the cloaked figure that held Randy's chain.
Then Melody whirled her head to look again at Leanne's grave, at the revolver within her reach, and then back at Victria.
Victria shifted her body slightly, her eyes following the gun's spinning path of flight, reached her right hand up and quickly caught the .357, the grip fitting perfectly into her palm.

First thing he has me bring myself to orgasm at least 5 times per day with the use of a toy.
It takes a minute and is not all that strong the first time but my orgasm rips through me nonetheless.
He starts off slow telling me to do this a few times per day over the phone.
That Saturday I did my normal shopping for my family and we talked on the phone the whole time.
This is so incredible in the span of about a half hour he manages to enter me in three different ways bringing me to orgasm over and over.
Yes, I come every single time he fucks me in the ass.

My hands at last released, I rubbed my wrist to restore feeling before pulling her to me, "I suppose I should have made you promise me as well, but I really can't complain." I paused, and then continued, "Honestly, Cat, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met."
"Yes Cat, but you heat me already." My cock was pressed against her cheeks and I could feel it already responding to her.
"Yes, Master, feed me, I want your cock!" She nearly shouted, I touched the remote button, as she moaned her voice rose while I still held the button, drowning out the music.
Then slowly it relaxed, and I slid in deeper, feeling her marvelous throat wrap around my head, her lips almost reaching my groin.

She hadn't yet let go of the young man's hand holding the lighter and exhaled the smoke in a loose stream across the front of his trousers before looking up at his eyes and smiling a thank you.
See seemed to delight in the effect she was having on me and openly returned my stare as she placed the cigarette between her lips and sensuously drew the smoke in before exhaling a tight stream into the air above our heads.
Again ignoring the warning signs, I picked up a realistic modeled black dildo attached to a harness and spoke, "It's not my thing but I would love to see how this looks on you." She directed me to bring the items to her on the bed and to sit on my hands on the floor in front of her.

This website seems like the perfect solution, somewhere for people who are attached but mature enough for some fun on the side can find each other, but it seemed more often then not to just be a place for desperate guys to waste money messaging fake profiles.
I suggested a park, private enough for us to meet and talk but public enough to be safe for a first time meeting with someone from the internet.
I had had my share of meeting people who turned out to not look anything like her photos, and figured that being a female, she might be leery of meeting a strange guy in private.
She moans, her hand reaching down to rub my rapidly hardening cock through my pants.

She took my hand like a small child and followed while I paid for my milk and headed out into the parking lot.
Her eyes looked at my big thick hands and she quickly dropped the robe.
If that is what you want, you will need to look elsewhere.
"Yes, Master, I want you to make me hurt like that.
Rita was on the right arm of the glamorous Sharon and was being catered to by two beautiful hairless near naked blonde very young men.
Rita came to stand beside me and hand me my coat.
"You know what I need, Master."
Kneel at my feet with you legs open and finger fuck your cunt for my pleasure."

I flashed my tongue onto Sharon's weeping cunt, then licked her lovely large labia lips, then attacked her clit, then roamed around her entire aromatic snatch, licking and sucking as I felt the stinging slaps of the flogger entwine around my balls and rapidly limpening cock.
"When my mouth starts to suck on his cock, Kev will say 'Please begin, Sharon' and you can start laying into him," said Karen, from her position in front of my erection.
Standing close to myself and Sharon seated on the ottoman, Karen then cracked the short little penis punisher across my shaft as her daughter sucked on the top inch or so of my hard-on.

"Isha Cloudberry," the sergeant began, pausing while two of his soldiers hauled the woman to her feet.
Isha spoke no word of protest as the two young soldiers laid her down on the cross, their hands pulling her arms taut along the beam.
Bargate stood near the foot of the cross, his waist on a level with Isha's feet, his weathered old face leering up at her body.
Isha looked down at him, her mouth curling in disgust as she felt his gaze crawling over her nakedness like hot rough hands.
Miggot stepped closer to the cross and looked up at Isha, relishing the sight of her naked body.
Keesa licked her lips, looking from Bargate to Isha and back and forth between the two.

Harry's eyes widened as a tall, exotic looking black woman stepped into his line of sight beside Madison.
Harry could see that My Ling's left glove appeared ordinary enough, black, leather, much like a thin, expensive driving glove; but the right glove had a number of small, sharp metallic projections in the palm.
"Now Harry," Laura said menacingly, "Madison and Shanella are going to unstrap your legs from the table, one at a time, and attach them to the rings on the metal bars." If you resist in the slightest, My Ling is going to squeeze your balls with her other hand, the one with all of those deliciously sharp needles embedded in the palm.

The hand rubbing my leg slid under it to lift it up and put my foot on the inside edge of the tub as he pushed me into the wall.
As I moaned and ground back against him, his hand slid up to cup my breast, fingers slowly twisting and teasing the nipple half crushed into the shower wall.
He resumed wetting his fingers and rubbing my tight ass for a few moments, I felt his other hand move back between my thighs, then there was a pressure against me and I realized he was pushing the round, smooth egg back inside me, nestling it deep.

On his knees, head up, eyes cast down, hands behind his back and, apart from a black leather collar, he was naked as commanded.
Paul opened his mouth and it was immediately filled with Mistress's knickers.
When he walked, head down, back into the lounge Mistress was sat in her usual, favourite chair, shoes off with feet on her footstool and was talking on the phone.
Paul placed the drink on the table and returned kneeling by Mistress's feet.
It was about two hours later Paul again knelt at the entrance to the apartment, this time to bid farewell to Mistress.
Paul slowly grabbed his hard penis with his right hand and started to masturbate.

While she turned on the answering machine, closed the blinds, and made sure all was in order, he was pulling the top off the jeep, filling the cooler with beer and ice from the refrigerator, and stashing a blanket under the seat.
She opened her beautiful eyes and kept them on his face as she pulled the long sweater up and over her head, dropping it onto the seat behind her.
She moved slowly, trying to ease herself down on his cock, but as soon as John felt her pussy begin to engulf him, he pushed down on her shoulders hard and rammed it home.
He pushed her fingers into place and grunted up at her, "Rub your clit for me, slut, and work that pussy on my cock."

The closest I got to acknowledgement of good behavior was "see, this is a lot easier if you don't fight me like a little bitch, but I guess that's hard for you isn't it slut" "oh, that's right you can't answer, because whores should be seen not heard"
"Amazing Shaundra, you really are the slut I thought you were, the more I beat you, the madder you get, the more hopeless you realize you're situation is, the wetter you get." "I do hope you know I have absolutely no intention of fucking you" you then come very close to my ear and whisper "you won't even see me cum tonight, and I will cum"

To recap: Katy has introduced Sophie to the cellar of Mrs Alderney's house, a room which is effectively a dungeon.
"Good evening Katy," said Sophie, grinning.
Sophie nodded and stroked my hair absently as she turned back to Mrs Alderney.
Now I was forced to let go of Sophie's hand and raise the hem of my dress until my body was exposed but my face was covered.
I opened my mouth, desperate to explain, but Sophie's hand gripped my jaw tightly and jerked my head back around to face the board.
I looked for approval again, secretly hoping for another 'Good girl', but Sophie was already walking back to the tool rack, gently tapping the cane against her leg as she browsed the restraints.

The ground closes, I stop the winch for one last look around before my desperately needed bondage passes the first point of no return.
Scooting is not the best way to move a tightly bound body, but it works after a fashion, and is more comfortable than having my face in the dirt and dust of the mine floor.
I twist and turn until I am sitting more upright whilst trying to see around me.
I squirm forward, levering with my feet and toes, working my way along the floor, whilst breathing in the dust, and having to stop every so often to let everything settle down again.

After the morning routine was completed in bed, Janice got up and went to make coffee, this time I was left lying in bed except she had attached a collar to my neck and then to the lower portion of the bed frame, which meant I could not get up and walk around, not that I would have been able to with the Hinged cuffs on my ankles, just to make sure I didn't think about it.
Janice eventually slowed to the point where she could talk and asked me, "What am I going to do" I cautiously waited and then asked her if she wanted to put on a pair of handcuffs so she would stop trying to touch herself, it may make her feel better and it appears to work well for Shannon, so maybe she should give it a try.

It seemed like they were manufacturing excuses to spend small but regular amounts of time together, and gradually, she began enabling my addiction with more enthusiasm, and developed an attractive catch-phrase "You want to slip into something less comfortable?" which quickly became a command, rather than a suggestion, to my surprise and delight.
I was so frantic with desire, I told him EVERYTHING she liked, in detail, so that she would want to keep him for the longest possible time!Soon he was ready for more, and my mouth was full once again.

They all took pictures and laughed at Taylor, and eventually her master slapped her extremely hard on her ass, which jiggled a ton.
The man then slid the rope over a pulley on the ceiling and tied it to a bucket which was now hanging from the ceiling.
Taylor was extremely uncomfortable at this point, especially when he pulled a catheter out and stuck it right in her vagina.
She was really freaked out by this contraption, and even more so when the man placed a tank on the floor in front of her, with a pump and a large tube coming out of it.
As the bucket got fuller, it weighed more, thus pulling the rope and slightly tightening the noose.

He closed his eyes and thought of the shade of deep red contrasting on her naturally tanned skin sprayed across her ass, breasts, thighs, stomach…
He took the excess rope left from her legs and threw it over the high beam of the den and connected it to the belt that helped her balance and ultimately elevated her ass for his devilish pleasure.
He took his time as he prepared the objects as she waited through a very slow version of "Baby, it's you." Once ready he moved back to the den with marbles from the freezer, the bull whip, and a bamboo stick.

Reaching up she flipped the switch that allowed the hand shower to cut on as she took the unit and ran it across her shoulders and her neck, letting the hot water was away the tension as she relived the dream.
Slowly the hand was withdrawn and a feeling of melancholy replaced the one of pleasure until she felt hands parting her legs and wet lips started kissing their way up to her heated wet pussy.
Crystal thrashed about grabbing Aimee's head pulling her tight to her as he ground her hips in Aimee's face, riding her tongue and fingers until she climaxed crying out Aimee's name as she her flood gates opened and her juices washed over Aimee like a baptism.

He took my right nipple in his mouth and began a slow, circular motion with his tongue that sent a ripple through to my pussy.
He continued to suck my nipple, pulling more and more of my breast into his mouth with each motion.
"Damn," he whispered, "This is so wasted on your little subbie pets!" He pulled a set of vicious-looking nipple clamps from his pocket.
" He pulled a suction device from another pocket and applied it to my still throbbing right nipple.
He pulled the two halves of the clamp wide open and positioned the pivot point on the underside of the stretched nipple.

Still pressing into her buttocks, making certain she knew that 'the prize' was already hard and throbbing in anticipation, I moved both hands down across her neck, encircling it to make certain she understood MY need for control.
Lisa grabbed my thigh again, determined to hold on, as my cock pistoned into her mouth, down her throat.
I grabbed her by the back of her head again, and pulled her face into me, moving my cock forward and backward a couple of times, to get her ready...
I appreciate that You've already fucked my throat, and now I want to feel the power in Your hands as You beat and flog my ass.